Chapter 7: Orcs Who Pulled down the Average Intelligence Level

It was definitely rare to see large Orc tribes at the borders.

Even the extremely large Elfin place at Blackleaf Forest was a few thousand kilometers away from the Border Town. The only closer communities were two human nations and various minority tribes.

The Elves who were walking forward were extremely agile and quiet in their steps. No matter which occupation they had, everyone was extremely careful, but at ease at the same time.

That was because Elves were the masters of the forest. No matter how strong their enemy was, they wouldn't be able to fight the Elves in the forest.

The ability to climb trees was basically innate for them.

If not, those pure-blooded Elves would not have been able to push William off the tree and make it the most humiliating incident for him...

William was quite angry too. He didn't believe that no other Elves had fallen off a tree before. Did they have to look at him as if they were looking at an idiot?

Besides, he wasn't the one who fell. The one who fell had already returned to the world tree.

The Elfin rangers were the best at archery and they had long climbed into the trees. To them, fighting was to shoot all the arrows in their quiver using their battle energy. If their enemies didn't all die, they might use their daggers next.

Under the eyes of the waiting rangers, the hunters carefully started to dig out holes around the Orc tribe, before they placed wooden spikes in them and tied an almost visible string around two trees. If their enemy accidentally kicked it, something might fall on them.

The extra-large iron rod was the worst trap to fall into.

This was clearly something that was only used to hunt wild beasts or magical beasts. With the thickness of the Orcs' skin, their feet would definitely be ruined the moment they stepped on it, their bones breaking from the sharp blades.

William could check the attributes and health level of middle-leveled NPCs.

However, other NPCs couldn't do it. This was an ability only players had...

Every race or being had its own weaknesses. As long as they were not strong enough to shield themselves fully, those weaknesses were their fatal spots.

This was a different world. Killing a person with one attack was nonexistent because if an attack wasn't strong enough, you only suffered a 100 points blow to your health points, even though your neck was about to be separated from your body unless the attack didn't even graze the skin.

If William shot an arrow on an Orc's skin, it would only bring a painless injury, because his shooting strength was too weak. However, if he shot at the eyes, mouth, or skull, it would be a fatal blow.

"William, you can stand behind in this fight. I'll protect you!" Lautner didn't want him to attack. After all, William's level was too low. Compared to a normal Elfin age, he was still considered a child...

"It's alright. How can I grow if I don't experience fights? My archery skills are not bad!" To this, William smiled as he took his white-quality bow and arrow and easily climbed up a tree.

It was clear that he had become a mature little Elf who wouldn't fall from a tree again.

To this, Lautner shook his head helplessly. He glanced at the warriors who were ready, before he shouted loudly, "Release your arrows!"

Shoot, shoot, shoot!

Sharp and jarring sounds sounded one after another.

The Elfin rangers and Elfin hunters were all in the trees, shooting towards their enemies in unison for the first time. In the same second, the Orcs heard the shout, hundreds of sparkling arrows shot through the air and fell towards them with sharp sounds.

About eighty Orcs fell on the floor with their heads up. White and yellow head liquid filled the area, before exclaims and shouts of anger took over, from the many Orcs that had managed to avoid the fatal blow.

After all, if the arrows shot through their simple chest brace, it wouldn't cause any strong effect. If the strength wasn't enough, there was even a chance that no damage was caused.

However!

How could the sudden appearance of high-tech headlocks not scare the Orcs who were ordinary players?

After the first unison shooting, the Elves didn't wait for the Orcs to retaliate before they started to shoot freely.

The rain of arrows made those Orcs run around crazily, unable to form any effective groups to retaliate.

If they had to ask who had the strongest archers in Gods, it would definitely be the pure-blooded Elves! Even half-blooded Elves were incomparable!

They were born archers.

However, what was surprising was William!

Several Elves standing on top of the trees glanced at their Lord in surprise. Every time he pulled the bow and shot an arrow out, he was able to hit an Orc accurately.

He took them out straight away, even if he didn't manage to kill them with his arrow, they were terribly injured.

Bows that were usually used by Elfin children were very weak and they were very good to deal with soft and small animals or wild beasts. However, these were Orcs with thick skin and tough meat. They were Orcs with battling power! How could this type of bow shoot through a protective shield with battling energy?

They were really shocked.

This Lord seemed to be more of an archer than they were. His arrows were shot out faster and faster, accurately hitting those Orcs' eyes every time, hitting the fatal spot every time. Apart from those stronger Orcs whose eyes were deeper so his arrows couldn't kill them, he never missed a shot.

However, what William wanted to really say was that his attributes weren't bad. Besides, he had played games for so many years. With his observation skills from being a player, it was easy for him to recognize the weaker ones amongst the Orcs.

He specifically chose the ones who didn't have battling energy to attack. He loved the weak, old and young the most. People might say that he was bullying the weak and young, but he clearly saw the murderous intent in the Orcs' eyes.

Besides, he felt rather happy from seeing his experience slowly build up.

After all, in Gods, players could still depend on killing people or monsters to level up during the start of the game. In the later parts of the game, it became really hard. Without any missions, leveling up was as hard as rising to the heavens!

"Darn Elves, you actually dare disturb your grandpa's tribe?! I'll skin you all alive and turn all of your thighs into barbecue meat!" A buff, extremely strong Orc ran out in anger. He was wearing thick armor, his aura fierce and strong. He was 240 centimeters tall, holding onto a giant wolf's tooth as his weapon as he waved it onto a thick tree, tearing it.

"Be careful, William! He's the Orc tribe's leader!" Lautner was the closest to the tribe. He furrowed his eyebrows and shouted, telling William to back away.

"You b*stard, don't run!" The Orc tribe's leader shouted in anger, leading more than a hundred Orc warriors as they rushed towards the Elves. He had never experienced an Elf attack.

However, the elders in the tribe had said before that after clashing with the Elves, the worst thing to do was to hide. They had to attack first, although they might fall into a trap...

However, what was the point in thinking so much now?

He was an Orc!

It would be over if he was rash!

"Those d*mned Elfin monkeys, why are they jumping up and down?" He watched as many Elves ran away hurriedly, rushing through the dense woods. Anger rose within him and he continued to rush forward.

However, they barely made it to a hundred meters.

The Orcs that had stepped onto the traps suddenly screamed nonstop in pain. All sorts of sharp bamboo sticks, sharp pricks on the floor, large hunting clamps and 3 meter deep trenches filled with sharp wooden sticks immediately made those Orcs fall into despair...

There was no other way...

The way Elves dealt with small Orc tribes were all so similar.

They prepared the traps.

Shot arrows.

Infuriate.

Orcs stepped onto traps...

Then, the Orcs waved their fists angrily, feeling like they had been tricked. However, their enemies were right in front of them. They were about to catch up! On top of the burning anger in their hearts, they continued to rush forward.

They bumped into a group of Elfin witch bladers dressed exquisitely and a group of Elfin warriors that protected and guarded the two sides carefully.

A hundred bladers made their attacks at the same time, turning the trees into pieces of wood that fell heavily onto the floor. Several unlucky ones were smashed immediately.

The Orcs that had yet to group together continued to be cut up into pieces, even if they had used their battling energy to form a protective shield over themselves. Several shadows flew over and immediately blood spilled all over the place.

It was barely a single round!

The group of barely-surviving Orc warriors was either dead or injured. With that, the Elfin warriors huddled into a group and attacked the tribe fully.

There was no choice.

The intelligence of the Orcs was a common factor worth some consideration. Not only did they pull down the average intelligence of everyone in the game, but they even pulled down that of the large races...

Once, someone specifically opened an Orc's head. After some research and examination, they concluded very clearly that not only did the Orc's brain lack a nerve, but there was quite a lot of water in there too...

Unless there was an Orc sorcerer or warlock. Then their intelligence was normally similar to that of humans and they wouldn't be so easily tricked into a trap.

This type of sorcerer or warlock was the Orc's leader's adviser.

Under normal circumstances, the sorcerers would be in charge of commanding the battle from the back end while the leader would lead his soldiers into battle.

The leader didn't die as long as the sorcerer didn't die. He could just choose another leader!

However, for an Orc tribe with a population in the hundreds, it was very hard to have an Orc sorcerer.

However, there were many stupid incidents at times.

That was with the Orc's leader's intelligence being slightly higher as he suddenly remembered that he might fall into a trap.

Then, through various fantastic ideas, he would pull down the opponents' intelligence and use his familiarity with the area to gain an upper hand. In this case, it wasn't impossible for him to defeat the enemy!